this undying death of hers.
the anticipation killed her. as she stood waiting, her fragile heart tensed as her bright eyes scanned the sea of beings, and unexpectedly a hesitant shadow slowly enveloped her. his arrival warmed her heart as fast as it turned it ice cold. his apathetic words pierced her, heartlessly skinning her piece by piece. she questioningly gazed into the stranger's eyes, endless pools of black that seemed to drown and suffocate her. what happened to her sunshine? now she's uncontrollably choking on her overflowing tears. he's back for someone else, and her sunlight is stolen away. he appeared to be the careless and indifferent kid in science class who seemed to recklessly dissect her emotions. as he strangled her with his insensitive sentences, he seemed to rip out her heart with razor-sharp scissors and wicked pliers and gloatingly grasp it in his pitiless hands. he killed her, but sadly she cannot die. her internal bleeding will seep forever. his arrival asphyxiated her, and her flame extinguished.
For once I want to be the car crash
Not always just the traffic jam
Hit me hard enough to wake me
And lead me wild to your dark roads.
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here goes my philippic.
evidently, i am sick of lovey-dovey idealistic stories. sure i experience its reality with a tang of sourness from the deafening silences that alienate the two closest human beings in the whole world to me. of course there's always their standoffish attitudes .. their indifferent glances .. their impatient exchanges of words. it's as if they're against the acknowledgement of each other's existence, and from my insides i'm screaming what went wrong since the day they left the altar. if not each other, i'm beggging then that they please find a significant other because a life in solitude is no better than no life at all ..
as for myself, school's a killer. what do i expect? it's junior year for pete's sake and i want to slap myself. wake up tiffany!
ah, the guilty pleasures in life - how i'd love to splurge.
posted by tiffany @ 4:53 PM
4 Comments:
And so Tiffany's imagination runs through the wilderness.
Hey Tiffany. Is that a story? I think it is. It seems like it. So, here is junior year. Let's make a toast to all the class of 2008 out there, good luck for the rest of the year. And if we ever die from working too hard, may we be the future heroes of the future classes. Fortunately, no one has died yet...no one died from junior year. It's all good. We'll survive. Just think about it. AP tests. IB test. May & June. All over. And then, there's senior year. =)
you made me learn two new words today. phantasm and philippic. lol yay! btw you write really well =)
and that was casey. yeeah.
what the hell is this shiznit?
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